GOING BOSTAL
1. The Games People Play (part c)
As the four travellers sat down to lunch in the common room of their inn, Wolfson couldn't help noticing that something was bothering Darkling. It wasn't as if Wolfson needed to be particularly empathic to realise it, either – it was obvious just from looking at him.
Normally Darkling's moods were subtler, more elusive things – constantly shifting and changing, flitting about like glittering silver minnows just under the shimmering surface of a sunlit brook. Hard to see; even harder to pin down. But this particular mood had all the subtlety of an overfed crocodile thrashing and wallowing in a muddy swamp. And, looking from Darkling to Kana, who was sitting as far as it was possible to sit from Darkling while still being on the same bench, it wasn't too hard to figure out the reason.
They just need their heads smacked together, Wolfson groused to himself as Anna helped herself to bread, cheese and smoked sausage from the lunch platter they'd ordered. Or better yet, other parts of their anatomy. Preferably as soon as possible, and for as long as they can manage it.
Darkling sipped sporadically at his mug of kaffee while Kana made two neat sausage-and-cheese sandwiches from the available ingredients. Borrowing her master's knife, she sliced the dark bread, buttered it, deftly prepared the fillings and assembled the sandwiches in a matter of minutes, halving each one precisely. Wolfson was actually half-surprised she didn't cut the crusts off as well.
"Kurai-sama," she said, deferentially, as she placed the knife and three of the sandwich halves in front of him.
"Thank you," Darkling mumbled, picking up the knife and slipping it back into its sheath on his belt before starting in on his lunch.
"Do you want me to make you a sandwich, Oukami-sama?" Anna asked, looking at Wolfson inquiringly. "Can I borrow your knife?"
"Er... that's just fine, Chiisai-chan," Wolfson said, hastily, figuring that putting a sharp implement in Anna's eager but sometimes overenthusiastic hands wasn't a very good idea. "I'm not that hungry at the moment."
She grinned up at him, bringing a thick, half-eaten sausage up to her mouth and casually tearing another chunk from it, never taking her eyes off him. Wolfson winced again at just the thought of her holding a dangerous weapon...
Then again, he thought, somewhat irreverently, she's handled my other dangerous weapon before, and she did just fine...
"What?" Anna asked, eyes dancing as she cocked her head at him. "Oukami-sama?" Mischievously, she held the sausage out to him. "If you don't want to eat, Oukami-sama... would you feed me?"
Wolfson swallowed, suddenly realising that the sausage's diameter reminded him of something. Obviously, Anna had already made a similar connection.
"Uh..." he said, cleverly, as his brain momentarily shifted into neutral. There were people around, after all, and not just a few of them.
"I'm hungry, Oukami-sama," Anna said, her tone plaintive, while the glint in her eye said something entirely different. Reaching out, she tucked the sausage into his right hand and lifted her chin, opening her mouth and closing her eyes.
Wolfson shot a momentary glance at Darkling and Kana, but the one was staring studiously at the common room's blank back wall as if it were endlessly fascinating, while the other was quietly nibbling at her sandwich, eyes cast down to her lap.
Hell with it, Wolfson decided at last. But if I'm going to do this, I want something a bit longer...
Reaching over to the platter, he took the last thick, untouched sausage by one end, then leaned forward to slide it between Anna's lips.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, softly. "Feed it to me, Oukami-sama." Her lips contracted around the sausage as Wolfson gently drove it back and forth, in and out of her mouth. She began purring quietly from deep within her throat as the sausage grew wet and slick with her saliva. Wolfson felt the resistance increase as she groaned, smacking her lips sensuously and making vaguely obscene sucking noises. The sausage wriggled in his grasp, and he knew from experience that her small tongue was licking and lavishing it for all it was worth.
I never knew smallgoods could be so erotic, Wolfson reflected, absently. My loss, obviously.
"Oukami-sama..." she moaned, throatily, as she reached out with one small hand, eyes still closed, and started stroking him over his breeches. Muscles in Wolfson's stomach and groin twitched at the contact, still ready to go despite the protracted and pleasurable workout they'd had back at the video parlour. Wolfson took the opportunity to drive the sausage even further into Anna's mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Anna's eyes widened and she gasped loudly in response, which drew the attention of more than a few curious patrons.
Her fingers tightened on Wolfson's shaft, no longer simply caressing but gripping and stroking purposefully, with serious intent. Wolfson quickly realised that things were growing rapidly more serious, and that this situation was probably best continued in the privacy of their room.
"Chiisai-chan," he said, leaning forward to slide his hand under her vest, closing his thumb and forefinger over one swollen nipple and pinching it teasingly. Anna groaned softly, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside her.
"O... Oukami-sama?" she asked, almost deliriously, as he shifted his grip and kneaded her small breast roughly.
"Let's go upstairs," he suggested.
"H–hai, Oukami-sama," she mumbled, indistinctly, as he slipped his hand back out from under her clothes.
"Darkling?" Wolfson murmured, turning a bit to see if his friend had heard.
"Have fun," Darkling said, tonelessly.
For a split-second, two thoughts wrestled in Wolfson's head. The first was that it would be very pleasurable to take Anna upstairs and spend the afternoon finding out how well she dealt with much thicker things in her mouth – not-so-smallgoods, if you liked. The second was that something was definitely bothering Darkling, and if he knew his friend, it was best to nip these things in the bud before—
"Oukami-sama..." Before Wolfson knew what was going on, though, there was a warm body in his arms and a pair of soft sweet breasts pressed against his chest. And as Anna climbed into his lap, lowering her body against him, he could almost feel the heat emanating from between her thighs as she pressed her pantied crotch against his. "I thought we were going upstairs, Oukami-sama?" Anna asked, innocently, reaching up to tug at the lacing that held her vest closed, pulling it slightly open to reveal one pink-nippled breast. "Or are we going to do it here?"
Darkling would keep. Wolfson was on his feet and striding (somewhat awkwardly, it must be said) for the stairs in about two seconds flat.
To his credit, Anna wasn't quite completely naked by the time they made it to their room.
"Well?" The voice was silky, but edged with menace.
"You'll never believe what happened today. Two hero-types walked into the parlour this morning, with two cute slave girls tagging along with them. And I mean cute things, too – teenage, perky. And one of them was Kana Todo."
"Kana who?"
"Kana Todo!"
"You say that name like you expect me to have heard it before."
"Oh. Well, um... not everyone's a bishoujo fan, as I well appreciate, Mister Clancy. But I do think that it'd be well worth your while to acquire her... and the other one, too. That one'd drive the lolicon buyers out there absolutely wild. And Kana Todo... there must be dozens of buyers out there who'd sell their own daughters to own her."
"I'll admit that they sound promising, Hugh. Very well. I'll have some of my men sent to trail them. Do you know where they're staying?"
"Yes – The Salty Dogbiscuit, a hole of a place down towards the Docks."
"I'm familiar with the establishment. Fine. Terms as usual, Hugh. After we've acquired the girls and arranged for their sale, I'll see that you get a cut of the profits. That should keep you in illicit underage sex partners for months to come."
"Sounds good to me. Pleasure doing business with you, Mister Clancy. As I always say to anyone who'll listen, you're a first-rate—"
"One thing."
"Yeah?"
"Doesn't it... bother you, at all, to be betraying your customers this way?"
"Nah." Hefty Hugh shook his head, grinning avariciously. "Two healthy heroes like that, in the prime of their sexual life, with their own slave girls willing to do whatever they want? It's bad for business."
Next: If I had a wishing ring